A/N: I don't own the Turtles

"It took a moment for her to drag her eyes from the spectacle of Beloved's head to see what she was looking at."-Toni Morrison's Beloved

A grassy plane. It should be peaceful, but there's something wrong. Raph could feel it. Something was very wrong. Everything looked alright, but the young turtle knew that looks could be decieving. There were blue skies and long green grass as far as he could see. Then he figured it out. He was being watched. He heard a voice whisper, take care of her. Who are you, he thought. A friend, came the whispered reply.

When Raph woke up he was sweating and confused. He knew he wasn't in his room. He kept his eyes shut and listened. When he didn't hear any breathing or moving around he opened his eyes. The ceiling was a crackeled dull white and had water marks on it. He looked to his left, still trying to comprehend where he was; the last thing he remembered was talking with Angie on the couch late into the night. He didn't know how long they had stayed up. He knew he was in trouble with Master Splinter, and that was enough to make him worried. Staring at a second-hand mohagony book case about five feet high, crammed with books, he figured that he was in Angela's room.

He felt light headed and hungry as he sat up. He got up and walked to the door. He listened for noises coming from the outside. There weren't any. Raphael didn't like how quiet it was, he still had the feeling he was being watched. He slowly opened the door and peered out into Casey's living room.

Sneaking out he went to the door of the kitchen. He heard music blaring. Aerosmith; Janie's Got a Gun, and a pan was being jostled, probably in the preparation of breakfast. He listened, it sounded like there was only one person in there, but he couldn't tell for sure. The song ended and another one started. After the first verse someone started singing with the chorus with deafaning flatness; "I was cryin' when I met you, now I'm dyin' to forget you..."

Raph Burst in..."Your love is sweet misery..."

"Hey," Angie said, "You're up!"

"Yeah. Is Casey home?"

"I don't think he came home last night, his door's still open. Didn't you have training this morning?"

"Yeah," Raph sighed, "I'm probably gonna get hell from Splinter and Splinter Jr. when I get home."

"Oh, I'm sorry." She was genuinly worried, "You better get home before you you get into any more trouble."

"I don't think a little while longer is gonna matter much, Leo's gonna be riding my ass no matter how late I get back. I'm really getting sick of him. I doubt I'll begettin' breakfast when I get home. What'ya makin'?"

"Eggs and bacon. There's some bread on the counter over there, you could make yourself some toast if you want." The turtle moved over to the counter space she indicated, and after he popped in the slices, he looked over at Angie,who was shaking her head."You should be more kind to your brother." Wanting to drop the subject, he startedwondering what kind of accent she had. Her attitude was New York, her accent wasn't, not quite. It was more fluid, not as choppy. Noticing his gaze she raised an eybroow.

"You're not from New Yourk, are you?"

Sensing he didn't want to continue talking about his brother, she looked back at the eggs, surprised that he had noticed what most people looked over. "My parents moved me and Drake over here from France when I was about four. That's when things started getting rough. We got mugged right out of the airport, luckily my mother had hidden our passports and green cards with me, but those were the only things not taken. Things went down hill beautifully after that." Raph stared down at the counter. He had no idea that she was from another country. His toast was ready, but he didn't notice.

"Can you speak French?"

"Bien sûr." She smiled, "Technically english is my second language, I learned it in kindergarten."

"I would never of known."

Earlier that morning..."Where's Raphael?" Donatello asked.

"He didn't come home. I hope he's not in trouble. Maybe we should ask sensai to go up top to look for him." Leonardo said.

"Hellooo..." Mikey chimed in, "He stayed with Angela. How much you wanna bet he stayed over there last night for a little somethin' and now he's sleeping it off?"

"Lets hope for his sake," Leo said, "That if that is the case that Master Splinter doesn't find out. But he's only known her for a little while, he's not like that."

"Yea, he wouldn't do another species so quickly." Mike said.

Later that morning, when Raph walked into the lair at 10:00 A.M.

Raph stood at the enterance to the lair and had his head hung, his sensai had been waiting for him, and was making sure he knew that he was in trouble.

"Four hours I waited. You show no respect. You directly disobeyed me. I let you go to that girls house. Because you did not show up for practice this morning...You are GROUNDED!"

"What? You can't do that! I missed practice this morning, so what?"

"You know how important training is Raph," Leo butted in, "You've been missing a lot of training lately."

"Get off your high-horse Leo!" Raph stepped up to his brother.

"You're just jealous because you know I'm right. Who knows what you've been doing with Angela." Leo was quickly closing the gap between them.

"What?" Raph spat out, now inches from his brothers face. They were standing eye to eye but not able to understand each other.

"You heard what I said," Leo whispered.

"BOYS!" Splinter stepped in between them, "Both of you to your rooms, now."

"Forget this. I'm outta here." Raph ran out of the lair.

"What?" Mikey asked, looking at Donnie, who was just as puzzled.